The entire Silver Dragon Castle has prospered a lot, in fact, as long as peace comes and order is maintained, prosperity will naturally come with the efforts of everyone.

The neighborhoods around the Lord's Castle are neatly maintained, and everyone is proud to live in the neighborhood.

Even if it is a demon race, as long as it can bring them safety and wealth, people will not care about racial differences.

The streets, once full of hungry beggars, have become orderly, with a constant stream of laden vehicles and pedestrians, and the shops on the street are filled with all kinds of goods, and vendors with different accents are shouting with all their might.

In addition to a team of patrolling skeletons, the new Volunteer Militia also joined the patrol, and according to Vincent's request, if you want to join the lord's direct army, you need to pass the test of serving the people.

The streets are bustling and there are many temptations, and in the process of this test, those who can't control the little power in their hands and want to profit for themselves will lose the opportunity to become soldiers under the denunciation of the people and hidden monsters, and those who commit serious crimes are more likely to get the opportunity to vacation in the Blue Shore Territory.

Now, everyone knows that a soldier who wants to become a lord must not only be brave and resourceful, but also be like an undead creature, not afraid of death, not greedy for money, and loyal to his lord, territory, and people.

Got a magic eye watching behind it?

Is there a shadow hovering in the room?

Demons wandering at night?

For most of the hard-working Shengdou people, their privacy is nothing to care about, and it is already a great happiness to be able to work hard and get rich and enjoy fair treatment that has never been before.

Even the lord of the church who personally endorses his platform, even if it is a demon race, is much stronger than the group of powerful peers in the surrounding countries, and I have to say that the peer foil is really the best assist.

Even if they didn't have their peers, the lying down rule of Dacoolas, the Count of the Red Wings, was still fresh in their minds last year, and the people didn't want to go back to the unlucky days of being robbed of men and women and being exploited by taxes.

Every once in a while, the new lords also like to cut off their heads on the Louis XVI happy platform erected at the city gate, or send some stubborn people to the Blue Shore Territory for tourism, but those are all villains and thieves who the people think that not killing is not enough to anger the people, and foreign invaders who rush into the territory to do evil.

Under the high pressure of the rule of law and secret surveillance of the demon clan, from the officials to the township governors around the country are a lot more honest, after all, there are not only many monsters and undead behind them, in addition to completing their duties, they dare not act recklessly, and the people can recuperate after the rebellion.

If the law and order are good, the territory will be unimpeded, industry and commerce will prosper, and the commercial taxes and port tariffs of Yinlong Fort will roll in, and Vincent will not need to compete with the farmers who are digging in the soil for profit, but also use the tax to feed the countryside, so that the farmers can sell grain and make a little more money.

If it weren't for the fact that the rebellion had not been quelled in the first half of this year, the territory would have ushered in a good harvest year that had not been seen for a long time.

"Your people are doing well, do you want to collect some money to expand your castle?" As he walked, he saw that the market was bustling with activity, so he suggested to Vincent, "Raise the tax a little and let them work a little more, and they will probably be very happy."

"It's not your own house, how can anyone be willing to raise the castle for the lord?" Vincent didn't answer directly, "I don't think the future strength of the territory depends on the height of the castle."

"So what does it depend on?"

Yinlong asked very seriously.

"It depends on the number and size of schools."

Vincent blurted out, without hesitation.

"Roar, you want to get a big academy like the High Academy of Magic, you greedy demon." The silver dragon was amused, "That's what magicians have been working hard for five hundred years."

Vincent didn't reply, he kicked the soccer ball that rolled to his feet back to the children on the side of the road, and smiled kindly at the children who kept thanking them.

"There are so few magicians, and there are 10,000 times the number of civilians, and they have worked hard for each other for 500 years, who will bring more wonderful miracles to this world? I believe it is the latter, because the latter is the majority, and if I stand on the side of the majority, I will be invincible."

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What a clever mouth." Yinlong felt that he couldn't talk about him, so he turned his face away in mockery, "No matter how many foolish people there are, they are still piles of selfish scattered sand, the strong do not rely on them, and the strong control them."

"Too many strong people and their descendants have fallen at the feet of the fools, you will not be unaware of this, immortal species," Vincent said indifferently, "The strong ones will not die, and the victors will meet their enemies, I am a self-aware demon, it is because of my cowardice that I need to stand in the crowd and enjoy myself."

"Strange guy, always have a good word," the silver dragon muttered, "Can the demons talk like you?"

"Of course not, you see how cool my brother is, he can't open his mouth if he can." Vincent laughed at himself, "Occupational disease, no way......

As the two men walked through the market, receiving the attention, greetings, and salutes of the many lords, the silver dragon finally saw the tower that Vincent said would please the gods.

The building is located in a relatively open square, where the market usually stands, surrounded by circular streets and a large number of houses, but none of them are too tall, and almost half of the city can see the towers of the square.

The towers are square in shape, a common mix of wood and stone in the city, and are about six stories high, making them the second highest buildings in the city after the towers of the castle of the lords.

The most striking thing is the structure above the tower, the top floor, which has neither windows nor spires, but is a striking white patch on all sides, with several thick iron pins on it, which can be seen clearly from miles away.

Seeing the lord coming, someone in the busy crowd in front immediately recognized him, no way, the appearance of the demon clan is too eye-catching, and the craftsmen regard him as an idol, so they immediately gathered around and knelt down to salute.

"No kneeling, no thanks," Vincent stopped them, "As laborers who contribute to the realm, you should accept my gratitude."

Seeing Vincent lowering his posture and skillfully using the means of buying people's hearts, so that the surrounding craftsmen, laborers, and onlookers were grateful, although Yinlong wanted to say something, he still closed his mouth when he saw people's sincere and joyful faces.

I have to admit that this demon clan really has two hits, I'm afraid it doesn't have some attractive physique, right?

After finally letting the crowd disperse to continue his work, Vincent was able to escape, but saw that the silver dragon was staring at the tower not far away, and walked up to her.

"Roar, it looks like a bell tower, but you can't see the bell," said the silver dragon, tilting his head in confusion, "but you won't do such a boring thing, will you?"

"Of course, life is too short, and it's a waste of time to do too many boring things?"

When Yinlong was curious about it just now, Vincent had just instructed a group of craftsmen to do something, and seeing that Yinlong was puzzled, Vincent took out a pocket watch from his arms and handed it to Yinlong.

"Wait a minute, and you'll see something you've never seen before."

"Isn't this a pocket watch you made? Could it be ......" Yinlong looked at the dial, looked up suddenly, and said in surprise, "This is an enlarged ......"

"Time is about to start moving for everyone in this city, including you and me."

"Bell", "bell", "bell", a huge bell suddenly rang over the square, and almost everyone in the vicinity stopped, they seemed at a loss, and began to look around, talking, looking for the source of the sound, looking up and watching.

"It's nine o'clock." Vincent looked emotional, and said something unknown to the silver dragon beside him, "I should have gone to work a long time ago."